It's Sunday. The day of rest. Which I got to do until about 6AM when they checked my temperature, blood pressure, oxygen level and stuck my finger for the blood sugar. It's hard to fall asleep after all that and even if I did, the needle with Insulin is next.
My nurse stops in to say hello, I think. She is the same one I had yesterday and I cannot understand a word she says. I feel as if she is nice, because she smiles a lot. I suppose she could be maniacal, instead. But since my cup is usually 3/4ths full, I'll go with nice.
She hooks me up to my second infusion and I order my breakfast. Oatmeal again. They give you a menu to pick your own meals. And you can call whenever you want. They call it room service. I'm not too keen on the name. Like I would actually forget where I am and really think it's something special. "I'll have pancakes and a Valium, please." They didn't think the request for a Valium was all that funny....
So, what do you do while in the hospital on a Sunday? Wait for lunch! And what a lunch it was!
Check it out! Tomato soup and a Tomato Mozzarella Panini from Panera.
Thank you, Lisa!! Now I really didn't taste it, but I know it was good. I think
my taste buds have muscle memory. And the company was superb!
The doctors visit me again. They tell me 2 doses of the Solu-Medrol should have me feeling better, but I'm not feeling it yet. That's ok. I like to be difficult, so I probably need just one more dose. They tell me I'm going to get a visit from a physical therapist in the morning. Coolio.
Today was a smorgasbord of visitors, too! I think I will sleep good tonight.
But, um, I'll take my Ambien just in case.
No comments:
Post a Comment